I’ve come to Teignmouth to write, to think, to sleep in silence. A year ago I made landfall in nearby Dartmouth after three years away. I remember it as though it was yesterday. The glide of my boat as she stole up the river through silted water. The peace of...

Let me tell you, being single after many years really blows your weekends wide open. It’s quite astounding actually. Suddenly there’s no one to suggest things, no one to go on an impromptu cinema trip with and no one to lie around in bed with in the...

Last weekend I was staying at a friend’s at Land’s End, a peninsular that stares down the Atlantic and gets the full force of the Atlantic winter storms. I woke up in the night as the 40 knot winds kicked and punched at the windows, cracking the curtain to...

Mist peels its way up the valley and I’m glad. There’s something very comforting about being incased in cloud. In mist. In a trillion trillion suspended drops of water. Clear days can be so….clear. Sometimes you don’t want clarity, you...

In the current edition of Yachting Monthly (March 2017) you can find my article about sailing a Hanse 385 around the Summer Isles and down to Skye. When my editor got in touch with me, asking me if I wanted to get myself up to Scotland to sail in October I thought two...